I already fell before she let me go,
We felt the fear of losing time, long ago
I slid the last of my thoughts across the floor
And found myself another door.
The door, though plain, opened with ease
To a room filled with people that I had never seen
They filled up my glass, Glenfiddich toast to the past,
Now the smiles were on my side.
They said…
“You know, all of your friends got your back”
—Yeah they always do—
“Don’t think, hard times will last cause, my friend, we’ll make it through.”
Anne hit the curb without a place to turn
Three sheets to the wind, her mother couldn’t even provide for her
But she found friends that made her smile, and a web that made her laugh
Now she finally feels like she has a home at last. I said…
“You know, all of your friends got your back”
—Yeah they always do—
“Don’t think, hard times will last cause, my friend, we’ll make it through.”
He’s grown into shapes that don’t have any lines
Some days he speaks in tongues that he doesn’t even recognize
But everyone around him feels the same
And he is rooted when they say…
“You know, all of your friends got your back”
—Yeah they always do—
“Don’t think, hard times will last cause, my friend, we’ll make it through.”
It’s the same story when the black becomes the focus and the smiles fade away
But you and your friends, and me and my friends, are painting color over all the gray.
“You know, all of your friends got your back”
—Yeah they always do—
“Don’t think, hard times will last cause, my friend, we’ll make it through.”
Σtella's Greek-folk inflected pop sounds both vintage and subtly modern, like a lost gem sent from the magical nexus where 1966 meets 1986. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 16, 2022